"I don't love him!"

chapter 1

Really excited about this story! Can't wait to see where this goes.

Please read the TW's in the description.

Draco never really understood that feeling in his stomach.

It felt like there was something alive in his stomach and it was moving around. Draco guessed that it was probably a worm.

And the weirdest thing of all, it always, always happened when Harry Potter was around with his two weird best friends.

Since he first met him when they were going up to the rooms the first night, he knew who he was, everyone knew who he was but he never believed that he would want to be friends with him.

He knew though, that he got a weird liking in him when he saw him for the first time when he was having his gown measured.

His dad and his mom always told him that he should avoid Harry Potter because even though they didn't believe that Voldemort was still alive they were still death eaters and just didn't show it to the world.

Draco just felt a connection with Harry the second he saw him and he always felt nervous around him and the problem was that he didn't know how to act when he was feeling nervous. Just like the first time they met he had already learned from his parents that not coming from a magic family is a bad thing and since they always told him that theses people are called mudblood he thought that he would earn Harry's respect and he would like him and want to be friends with him if he could make him impressed by calling Hermione that.

In reality he didn't even know why it was a bad thing. He only knew that his parents were saying it and that he liked Harry from the second he met him and only wanted to be friends with him.

His friends always told him that maybe, just maybe he liked him a little bit more than as a friend but they only said that because they thought it was funny not because they really thought about it being true. Or that's what Draco thought.

They all came from rich families some of them half blood and other pure blood. So, they all have the same beliefs. More correctly, they all had believed what their parents told them.

The first thing is that they need to marry a girl who is pureblood or at least halfblood. Also they need to hate on anyone that's not rich and they need to be close with professor Snape because he's one of them.

But the problem was that Draco was just 11 years old, he didn't know that liking boy isn't bad and thought his friends were acting homophobic and laughing about it only because they didn't know that he actually liked him yet. But if they did know, they would have probably kicked him out of their group.

Every year he was sitting with them and laughing, trying to laugh at least at the not so good jokes and maybe a little racist at time's because he wanted to fit in, he wanted to make his parents proud and especially his father because his father is never proud, he doesn't love him.

So as the years passed he became a lot quieter, a lot sadder and that fluttering feeling inside his stomach didn't grow quiet, it actually grew much more. It became more noticeable to him and to his friends, who always tries to help him accept himself without him understanding it or noticing it.

The summer after the end of fourth grade, as he watched Harry getting out of the hogwarts express, he finally understood why he had that feeling but he didn't admit it to himself until the 14th of July when he tried to go to a party and couldn't bring himself to do anything with anyone, not even a girl.

Which yes, is a bit ironic because he is gay but he didn't know that until that night and the only people he ever did anything with were girls. He also hadn't brought himself to think that all the previous times, while he was given a blowjob he always thought about green eyes covered by black circled glass, messy hair and a beautiful smile.